Quotes About Authenticity

Il pense donc que l'homme, sans aucun appui et sans aucun secours, est condamné à chaque instant à inventer l'homme.

Tú serás lo que quieras: agua pura, agua sucia. Te reconocerás en el fondo de mis ojos como tú te deseas.

Man is defined as the choices he must make. Very well. Above all else, he exists in the present moment, and beyond natural determinism; he does not define himself prior to his existence, but does so according to his individual present.

Her ÅŸey dopdolu, varoluÅŸ her yerde yoÄŸun, a??r ve tatl?. Ama bütün bu tatl?l???n ard?nda, ele geçmez, yak?n ama yine de uzak, genç, ac?mas?z ve durgun ÅŸu... Evet, ÅŸu eÄŸilip bükülmezlik var.

Não existe amor senão aquele que se constrói; não há possibilidade de amor senão a que se manifesta num amor; Um homem compromete-se com sua vida, desenha seu rosto e para além desse rosto, não existe nada.

O homem nada mais é do que o seu projeto; só existe na medida em que se realiza; não é nada além do conjunto de seus atos, nada mais que sua vida. Não existe amor senão aquele que se constrói; não há possibilidade de amor senão a que se manifesta num amor; Um homem compromete-se com sua vida, desenha seu rosto e para além desse rosto, não existe nada.

no nos convertimos en lo que somos sino mediante la negación íntima y radical de lo que han hecho de nosotros

No eres nada más que tu vida.

He seems to be a real enough character, and even tells us that he is thirty years old. Yet whenever Roquentin talks about his past, it has the studied randomness and the glamorous opacity of espionage. He is a spy from the world of nothingness. For instance, he talks carelessly about having been in an unlikely number of places: Shanghai, Moscow, Algiers, Meknes, Saigon, Aden, Hanoi, Angkor.

Mein augenblickliches Leben ist nicht besonders glanzvoll, [...]

This is what I have to avoid, I must not put in strangeness where there is none.

Name names and your writing will stick with readers.

Writing is not about impressing; it is about expressing.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.

Something it's reassuring to know I'm not the only one pretending to be normal.

This whole business of telling the truth just never seems to work without some kind of awkward unpleasantness.

Una delle poche, eterne verità sugli esseri umani è che quando qualcuno afferma di non essere addormentato, di non essere ricco e di non essere ubriaco, quasi certamente sta mentendo.

I suppose that anyone with even a little bit of self-awareness will eventually feel like a complete hypocrite in the company of children, and this was my time.

But of course, Robert could not allow me to feel any real happiness. "Oh, for Christ's sake," he said. "This isn't fucking Shakespeare, sweetheart. This isn't your goddamn thee-ate-ter. This is the real world. This is a fucking wacko, psycho, out-of-his-skull asshole who likes to bite your tits off, and playing Neighborhood Playhouse acting games in your head isn't going to catch him.

teeth. I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

I'm really not the cold fish everyone thinks I am.

That's what happens in love. In the shaded portions where the two spheres of different lives meet, certain fundamentals—moods, loves, fears, angers—can't be hidden. That's the contract.

Dellray had advanced degrees—including psychology and philosophy (yes, one could philosophize as a hobby)—but he somehow fell naturally into a street patois of his own making, not gang-talk, not African American Vernacular English. It was, like his clothing and his penchant for reading Heidegger and Kant to his children, pure Dellray.